Heed the title of this volume - it's one of the more unremittingly morbid of Disch's works, and I'm including "The Genocides" where humanity is vacuumed into extinction like a infestation of bugs. This collection of stories, mostly about dying and death, is a bit of a grim mishmash, and feels a little like a retailing of story remnants left over from more successful collections. There are some highlights, though: "Apollo" will delight fans of his later work, "The M.D." as the god Apollo becomes the ultimate scenester in Greenwich Village. "Death and the Single Girl" also has the trademark Disch black humor; here a suicidal woman seeks release from life by giving sordid blow-jobs to Death.
"Displaying the flag" has a fun little premise: a deeply closeted BDSM aficionado, forced to give up his pastime for fear of discovery, sublimates his desires into an overzealous patriotism that (as Disch is hoping to underscore) becomes as fetishistic as any bondage party. Probably this was more effective as political satire when BDSM was met strictly with disapprobation; in our more permissive era the moral of this morality tale becomes somewhat blunted.
Then there's my favorite of the collection, "Let Us Quickly Hasten to the Gates of Ivory," where a brother and sister, paying their respects at their parent's graveside, find themselves trapped in a boundless cemetery. To Disch's credit he doesn't tack a Twilight Zone ending onto this one (the implication is obvious enough), and lets the story remain mysterious (like death itself, I suppose).
But these few morsels are surrounded by a tedious abundance of drab gloom. Disch's misanthropy and pessimism works, most of the time, because it is illuminated by his delicious black humor. The almost certain doom towards which his characters inexorably proceed thus appears not with the grim finality of death, but with the necessity of a punchline. But these stories? Just depressing. And a wholly unwelcome reminder of Disch's own fate, at that.